Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Thirteen

Santana fell asleep in Rachel's guest room about an hour later and Rachel and Quinn sat on the couch coming up with a plan.

"I can call my driver," Rachel suggested.

Quinn shook her head. "I'll pick up my car in the morning and we can take it."

"Okay." Rachel chewed her bottom lip for a moment. "It should only take us a few hours to get there."

Quinn's eyes suddenly darkened. "I'm paying him a visit while I'm out."

"Are you sure that's the best idea?" Rachel asked softly, she didn't want the blonde getting hurt.

"No," Quinn told her with a shake of her head. "But I'm going to anyways."

"Maybe I should come with you," Rachel suggested. "Safety in numbers and all that."

Quinn shook her head. "No, you need to stay here with her. When I get back you can sort things out with the theater and I'll stay with her. She doesn't need to be alone right now. Besides, we'll be in the middle of the hospital. Things can't really get out of hand there."

"You have a point." Rachel dropped her head into her hands with a sigh. "This is just so bizarre. Of all the people we went to high school with, she is the last person I would have pictured in this situation. She was so strong."

"She's still strong," Quinn pointed out. "But he's huge."

"It makes me sick to think about," Rachel told her with a sigh.

"Me too," Quinn replied as she wrapped an arm around Rachel and squeezed her gently.

"Will you please stay tonight?" Rachel whispered.

Quinn nodded immediately. "Of course."

A ghost of a smile reached Rachel's lips and she nodded, remaining silent. It was the first time since she'd heard the struggle in the apartment next door that she was really able to comprehend what had taken place and she was terribly shaken up about it.

"Hey," Quinn soothed, running a hand over the brunette's hair affectionately. "She's going to be okay."

Rachel nodded, swallowing the panic that seemed to be building. "This feels like a nightmare."

"I know what you mean," Quinn agreed. "I don't even want to think about Brittany. She's going to flip."

"If it was you, I would too," Rachel admitted. Her face twisted in a pained frown. "I can't even think about if that had been you."

"This is going to break Brit's heart," Quinn realized. "Because it would have broken mine if it was you. Actually it broke mine anyways."

"Mine too," Rachel agreed with a sigh.

"We'll get her through this, right?" Quinn asked suddenly.

Rachel nodded, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "We will."

"Good." Quinn replied softly.

She just prayed that they were right.

Rachel looked up from packing her bag the next morning when Santana appeared in her bedroom doorway and leaned against the frame gingerly, her arms crossing over her chest.

"How are you feeling?" Rachel asked.

"How do I look?" Santana asked. "Don't pull punches."

"You look like you're hurting," Rachel told her honestly.

Santana nodded, her chin quivering slightly. "That about sums it up."

"I'm sorry."

Santana shook her head. "It's over with him."